I... it's not-- [that. She just... doesn't know how to say it without giving too much away. It's not that she's comfortable with the subject, but she's not uncomfortable either - it's just a fact, and she's long since accepted it. It wasn't even difficult. And yet... for some reason, she almost feels ashamed, as if it's her own fault. In a way, it is, since the only reason she was "raised" by any of those people in the first place was the presence of her unusual abilities. Still, that's not a reason to keep someone in the dark if it's something they want to know (at least as far as she's concerned.] ...It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just that I'm... not sure how to describe it. [Without straying into dangerous territory, that is.]